I hear a knock from the cellar and call on Ego to answer the door: “Money for the poor?” a young man ponders, “What am I doing here?” and the door is shut, hands still warm. I can handle up to six hundred dollars at a time, enough for rent, some shoes, wine ifContinue reading “Politics”
Monthly Archives: November 2015
Today cannot be a Poem
Extremely beautiful, wise poetry.
Watching the Clock
Love is a drug that just keeps on giving despite its worth, commercialized side effects how to handle a man one on one a manual I was never given– where is it? The time I found the nail and all I wanted was a hammar to put me back in my place I foundContinue reading “Watching the Clock”
Is there another way
I just want to be honest here– who wouldn’t want equality? Who wouldn’t want to know that your skin is tied to mine and that all unknowns competition bred can be flushed out of our pores, one last time, in search of a brighter, more natural glow? Who wouldn’t want to spread love instead ofContinue reading “Is there another way”
Be
the stars light up my sky every day, every night– even when I cannot see them, I can hold them in my hand. for I have been hurt, but my light still shines. suffering is a cycle. let us observe it; let us end it… you’re allowed to stop fighting. NovemberContinue reading “Be”
Truth, Wisdom, Love
The weight of the Truth is the weight of a mountain– a single Earth. … The weight of Wisdom is the weight of a feather– a single tear. … It is bright tonight as I huddle tight next to a soft pillow and a softer light, shining the way Love greets lovers in the doorway…Continue reading “Truth, Wisdom, Love”
The Fight
I once thought of life as a screen. Shakespeare had his stage. Silverstein, some blue skin. Entirely hidden. A teardrop in a lake. We all have our moments. The daunting school hallway at ten. The basement party at twenty. The busy conference room at thirty. But I don’t want to hide. I don’t have anythingContinue reading “The Fight”
Pen and Paper
The connection of paper on pen makes me want to believe again in life, in love. If two souls can touch so silently and still leave such a mark, what is to come of us, my dear? I can deny fate like sinners laugh at God; I can wake at dawn and seeContinue reading “Pen and Paper”
Now
The subtle dream of reality is nothing but a dream– in words, in thoughts, in praises and deeds– but when all is quiet, all the music turned off, there is still a gentle hum, the remains of reality drifting peacefully in, “Now.” October 30, 2015
The Observers
Questions, too many questions, are not meant for this life. We are the Observers. We are learning, not to create, not to know, but to feel, to build, to grow in the direction of what is perfect: our own Being– Love, gazing skywards. October 30, 2015
Reaching Joy 